Run: 2026-03-09-01KK9Q5B8S8ZT0FVQQMN5XC48T

Rain worried the mansion windows as Inspector Vale arrived, summoned before dawn by a trembling butler clutching a bloodstained candlestick. Inside, the grand foyer smelled of lilies and gunpowder, while the family portraits watched like jurors awaiting a verdict silently. Lady Haversham lay beneath the staircase, pearls scattered across marble steps like frozen tears, her throat cut with precision neatly. Her four guests stood nearby in nightclothes and secrets, each pale face reflecting candlelight differently, as though rehearsing innocence already. A clock chimed six, and nobody flinched except the widow's terrier, who growled softly toward the locked music room door. Vale removed his gloves, studying their eyes before the body, because murder usually announced itself there first, unmistakably to him. Then the butler whispered that the victim had hosted a séance nightly, and tonight one guest had arrived already dead.